Hi, I am SO sorry for being this late in updating. I've been losing motivation to put in the time to work on this chapter since it was a more difficult one for me to write, but I finally finished! I haven't updated since last year and I feel horrible for that. The last time I updated, it was a non-canon filler chapter crossover as a thank you for reaching 3 thousand reads, but now we're at 21 thousand. It's been months, so I think what this community deserves the most right now are 2 back to back episodes. I will post this one, and then in a few days, I'll post the next one. I also just wanted to once again thank you all for supporting my story. When I first came up with the book, I had a basic idea that I wanted a younger sister reader insert that Bill could manipulate to fit his plans, but eventually start to semi-care for the character. I kinda just went with the flow. Now I have plans on how I want this book to end, and how I can reach that point, and I am overjoyed to start working on this again. It felt wonderful every time I watched my phone beep at me that someone commented, someone voted, someone added it to a reading list, or someone started following me. I've gained so many new readers during the time I was away, and I hope I can meet your expectations or pass them. Just know that I truly appreciate all the support, because when I thought about this idea I thought it would be perceived as "stupid" or "cringy" or that no one would be interested in it, but now I see how unbelievably wrong I was. I remember when I was practically screaming whenever my read count went up by even 10. I can't believe how far this has gotten. I've read so much wonderful fanfiction on 抖阴社区, and some incredibly well-written, good fanfiction doesn't have as much attention as it should. So many of them barely made it to 10 thousand reads, and here I am over 21 thousand, when my writing skills and story are nowhere near their level. But enough about my sob story, you want to get into the REAL story. Please enjoy!
NOT CANON TO THE ORIGINAL SHOW but for this story's sake, the time between Gideon Rises and Golf War is 2 1/5 weeks so the main character is not in a wheelchair.
Season 2 Episode 3 - Golf War
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It was mid-day. Dipper and I sat in the living room, watching a rerun episode of Duck-Tective, along with Waddles. Dipper sat on the reclining couch, nomming on some Overly Sensitive Owl cereal while lounging in his pajamas. Waddles also dug into a bowl of cereal, meanwhile, I sat on the carpet with my legs crossed, kicking my feet while staring at the TV.
Just as the man on the television fell stiff to the floor, Grunkle Stan walked through the open doorway leading to the rest of the house. He had his usual yellow-teethed broad smile, announcing loudly to the room, "Who wants Stan-cakes?" He held out in one hand an oven mitt, and the other a frying pan, laying rest a pancake."They're like pancakes, but they probably have some of my hair in 'em."
Dipper barely bothered to glance our uncle's way, simply continuing to watch the TV and shove a spoonful of cereal into his open mouth, bluntly stating, "Pass."
Before I could say anything in response to the offer of the suspicious-sounding pancakes, Mabel burst open the front door with a newspaper, yelling, "It's here!"
She quickly sprinted through the doorway gleefully, screaming the whole way, "Aah!" in excitement. As she shoved roughly past Grunkle Stan, he let out a startled grunt. He frowned as the frying pan was pushed up by Mabel, causing the Stan-cake to be sent up into the air and ultimately fall flat on his white shirt.
"Oh, it's here! It's here! It's here! It's here! I've been waiting all morning and it's finally here!" Mabel jumped up on the skull-coffee table furniture, planting herself in front of Dipper. She was beaming with joy, like a kid in a candy store.
Grunkle Stan, after putting down the ruined pancakes, which were probably ruined to begin with, walked over to the other side of the couch to look at what Mabel was rambling about.
I did the same. In one swift movement, I jumped up from the ground and ran over, jumping up on the couch, and pushing Dipper against the armrest.
"The Gravity Falls Gossiper accepted my article about summer fashion tips for squirrels. My picture is going to be in the newspaper! Check it!" She smirked, looking away and shutting her eyes in triumph as she let the newspaper unroll in front of us.
Dipper shifted his body to face the newspaper, and Grunkle Stan leaned up against the back of the couch. We all had smiles plastered on our faces, sharing in Mabel's excitement. Dipper eagerly shoved some cereal into his mouth while silently reading the newspaper, while Grunkle Stan took a different approach. Grunkle Stan began reading aloud the headline on the front cover, which should be Mabel's article.
"'Pacifica Northwest declares V-necks the look of the season.' What am I looking at here?" Grunkle Stan furrowed his eyebrows gradually as he read it out loud, eventually frowning in confusion as he finished.
Dipper paused his chewing, looking at the page with a blank look.
I frowned, mostly in confusion, like my uncle. I thought that Mabel had made the front page, as that was what she showed us, and never implied it was not the front.
Mabel's smile tightened as she opened her eyes, her expression straining from the once glow of dopamine.
In an instant, that strained expression shifted to one of shock and betrayal, "Wha-wha-what?" she exclaimed. She quickly pulled back the newspaper, shifting it around so she could read it herself.
Shown clearly on the front page was a picture of Pacifica Northwest, and although the picture was shades of gray, you could frame the amount of makeup smeared over her face. The photo gave her a snarky look, like she was rubbing salt into Mabel's wound, knowing she would see this. The column of the front page, "Greatest Thing of the Summer" had the first article headlined in large, bold font "Pacifica Northwest" and then underneath written "Declares "V-Neck" the Look of the Season".
We all huddled in to look at the newspaper, all of us now frowning with looks of distress, annoyance, and disappointment going around.
"Looks like someone bought their way to the front page," Dipper said in a sarcastic, annoyed tone.
Grunkle Stan narrowed his eyes at the article cover, "Is it legal for a child to wear that much make-up?" he commented in disgust.
Mabel looked the most defeated, having the one thing she had been looking forward to unraveling and being outshined by someone she deemed a rich spoiled brat. "Ugh, Pacifica. She always ruins everything," Mabel mumbled, looking away and hanging her head low.
Dipper instantly felt bad, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder, "Aww, cheer up, Mabel. I mean, no one even reads newspapers anymore." He smiled, trying to reassure her.
I also felt bad. Very bad. I just watched one of my favorite people go from having an over-the-moon mood to being down in the dumps. I wrapped my arms around her neck for a hug, squeezing tight, but not so that I might choke her but rather to comfort her, nestling my little face into her sweater.
Despite Dipper's best attempts at convincing Mabel that no one reads newspapers anyway, Soos suddenly shouted from inside the gift shop, "DUDES!" Soos burst through the old, poorly crafted wood plank door with a giant smile, "V-neck season is upon us! Who wants to help me get ahead of the fashion curve? I'm taking it one step further, with the W-neck!" Soos pulled out a sharpie and drew a 'W' on his forest-green question mark Mystery Shack shirt's collar. "Must. Follow. Newspaper." he took out kiddie scissors, struggling to cut a 'W' into the neck of his shirt.
That simply made Mabel feel even worse. She hopped off the skull-coffee table, walked over to the dining table with a slouched posture in defeat, and sat down sadly. She grabbed the carton of orange juice, conveniently left out on the table and a small glass cup that resembled a shot glass.
With a giant pout and furrowed eyebrows, she poured herself a cup of orange juice, downing it in one go and slamming the glass down on the wooden table in defeat.
"Agh, I need something to get my mind off this," she sighed.
Right as I was about to run up to Mabel, we all froze in our tracks as a voice blared into our ears, coming from the TV previously showing Duck-Tective, to a recently turned-on commercial.
We all turned our attention to the deep, boomy voice, similar to a gameshow host or an announcer, "Looking for a distraction from your horrible life?"
Mabel perked up, interested in the odd ad, "Why, yes!"
The ad continued to play, showing different photoshopped images and video clips, before revealing the name of what they were advertising. "Victory. Honor. Destiny. Mutton. These old-timey-sounding words are alive and well at the Gravity Falls Royal Discount Putt Hutt! No mutton available at snack shop." the ad finished quickly.
Dipper's face lit up, he knew exactly what to do. He quickly pulled out Mabel's scrapbook that she conveniently left behind on the couch, "Hey, Mabel, you love mini-golf!"
My face also lit up, realizing what Dipper was getting at. Such a great idea!
"Yeah!" I nodded my head eagerly.
"She's been amazing at it since we were kids," Dipper showed Grunkle Stan the scrapbook, Grunkle Stan's playful smile returning as he saw pictures of Mabel winning large #1 gold trophies for mini golf.
Mabel walked back over to the couch, where Grunkle Stan was now sitting, with Dipper and I resting on the armrests.
"What do you say, Mabel? We've had a stressful couple of days. How about we take a break, huh?" Dipper looked down at Mabel with a smile.
"Would kicking all our butts at mini-golf cheer you up?" Grunkle Stan asked with a grin.
Mabel looked away, her expression relaxing and her mood brightening, smiling softly. "Maybe a little," she replied sheepishly.
"Come on, Mabel! Victory!" Dipper announced, holding his fist in the air.
"Honor!" Mabel chimed in.
Grunkle Stan join in, "Destiney!"
"Mutton!" Soos and I both yelled, raising our fists.
Then suddenly, we stopped randomly as Grunkle Stan glanced over to see my wheelchair still planted in the corner of the living room. His expression turned slightly annoyed.
"Kiddo, why do you still have that wheelchair? You healed days ago!" Grunkle Stan blurted out, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
He shut us up quite quickly, and my eyes widened as I realized I had been caught. The wheelchair was a rental from the hospital, which needed to be returned when I could walk again. I had tried to hide it, because it was like a fun toy to me, so of course I told the truth. "Because I like it! It lets me go zoom!" I giggled, running over to it.
"It's a waste of space and expensive!" Grunkle Stan argued back, glaring at me.
Dipper could tell the mood was souring, so decided to let us get back to the subject at hand. "Let's deal with this later!" Dipper shouted in a cheerful tone, getting us back in the chant.
"Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton! Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!" we all chanted as we marched out the door.
"And the pig can look after the house," Soos said bluntly as we walked off.
Disappointingly, as we had gotten ready to head into the car, I noticed that both Grunkle Stan and Dipper were still in their pajamas.
I giggled, causing them both to look confused.
"What? Is there something on my hat?" Dipper reached up to check, realizing he left his hat inside. That's when he took the time to look at what he was wearing and went red in the face.
Dipper, of course, informed us that he needed to change before we left. Then, Grunkle Stan also excused himself to change.
Since neither Soos, Mabel, nor I needed to change we climbed into the car. The car was a nice model maroon vehicle, with a driver's seat, passenger seat, 3 combined seats in the back, and access to a smaller trunk from the backseat, apart from the real trunk.
Soos settled into the passenger seat, meanwhile, Mabel took the left side of the back. I took a seat in the middle, and when Dipper and Grunkle Stan returned, they also took their respectable seats.
The car ride was a little scary thanks to my Grunkle's driving skills, but we got there in record time because of it! Thank you, reckless driving.
After parking, we walked through this giant log with a sign saying, "Ye Royal Discount Putt Hutt", wowing in amazement at the course.
"Ooh!" we all exclaimed.
When we reached the first hole, Mabel stated, "Ah, mini-golf. The sport of mini-champions."
"The grass is fake but the fun is real," Dipper added, "There's something here for everyone."
As my family glanced at the castle, I wanted to get straight into the action.
I placed down my (F/c) golf ball and swung my golf club as hard as I could at the ball, but it went flying off the course.
A voice shrieked, "OW! HEY WATCH IT YOU BRAT!"
I turned around to see a girl I recognized. She had long, blonde hair and looked my siblings' height. She had a light bruise in the middle of her forehead, and she clutched my golf ball in her hand.
The rest of my family turned to look at her too, and Dipper scoffed.
"Well if it isn't Miss Wannabe Barbie Doll. What now?" Dipper groaned.
The girl huffed, throwing my golf ball at Dipper.
"Like I care what you call me, but teach your little brat how to aim! She hit my head! I look horrendous!" she complained, showing us her bruise.
"She's not a brat!" Mabel argued back.
"Okay, well I did not come here to converse with your kind," she scoffed as she walked off.
"Pay no mind to her," Soos reassured me, though I was still unfazed. I didn't understand really what was going on, but nodded my head softly, looking up at Soos.
"How about Dipper shows you how it's done? Then I can help you." Mabel suggested.
"Okie!" I nodded eagerly.
"Focus, focus, and..." Dipper swung his club, and missed the ball completely, resulting in the small gust of wind knocking Dipper's blue ball into the shallow fake pond next to us.
"Don't worry, bro, you're still 'ext-roar-dinary'!" Mabel giggled as she stuck a dino sticker stating 'ext-roar-dinary' on Dipper's cheek.
"I'll take what I can get." Dipper sighed.
"Here, stand here," Mabel guided me into a position, put down my ball, and held my club with me.
"You're going to do tiny swings to practice before you hit the ball. And don't full-on swing, just a tiny whack so you can control where the ball goes. There! Now you try it," Mabel finished instructing me, stepped back, and I did as instructed.
My (F/c) golf ball flew across the grass, bouncing off wooden triangles and rolling onto a bridge, but then lost momentum, and rolled back to the last triangle block.
"Great job, kiddo!" Grunkle Stan praised.
"Hehe! Thanks," I replied, walking over to the triangle block, and hitting my ball again.
My ball rolled over the bridge, through the dragon structure, and landed near an old man sleeping on the course.
I ran across the grass, approached the man, and gently hit my ball into the hole, avoiding disturbing his slumber.
"Great! It'll be my turn, then Dipper can try again!" Mabel exclaimed happily.
I ran back to watch her magic with the rest of the family.
Mabel placed her red golf ball on the ground and whipped out her red club.
"Do the hip wiggle, and..." She hit the ball with all her might, causing it to bump into the wooden triangles, roll over the bridge, and go through the dragon.
We all ran over to the patch of grass where the old man was sleeping and watched the red ball exit the dragon quickly, smash into the old man's big nose, and get bumped back into the hole.
The old man sat up, "Wha... how'd I get here?" he said quickly, panicked, as he looked around.
"Yes!" Mabel exclaimed, proudly.
Dipper simply marked her score off on the score sheet, while Soos looked impressed and Grunkle Stan looked dumbstruck.
I ran up and hugged Mabel while jumping up and down with excitement.
"Holy smokes! Someone in our family actually has talent," Grunkle Stan said proudly in astonishment.
"Grunkle Stan, you ain't seen nothin' yet," Dipper bragged, a knowing smirk on his face.
We continued going around from hole to hole, and while I wasn't too bad at it like Dipper, Mabel got a hole-in-one at every single one. We joyfully spent the day at the course. Mabel was over the moon, her confidence and focus at an all-time high. All until hole 18...
Hole 18 was an elevated patch of fake grass where you hit your golf ball up a ramp and into a windmill, which then pops your golf ball out of one of three holes on a separate patch of fake grass.
Besides Dipper, Grunkle Stan, Soos, and I, 6 more townsfolk became invested in Mable's incredible mini-golfing skills. We all surrounded her in anticipation as she prepared to take on the last hole of the course, besides the bonus hole.
Dipper held Mabel's score sheet, and everyone surrounded Dipper to take a look while Mabel prepared to putt.
"Guys, this is amazing," Dipper whispered to the group in awe, scanning over the sheet as we all got excited. "If Mabel gets a hole-in-one here, she'll beat her all-time high score!"
Mabel concentrated and hit the ball with a loud whack. The golf ball went rolling up the ramp and swiftly entered the windmill.
The three of us exchanged a look of excitement as we ran to the next patch of fake grass to watch the ball pop out.
A loud clanking was heard inside the windmill as even more people came over to watch in anticipation.
The red golf ball rolled out of the middle opening and rolled right past the hole, missing it just by a centimeter, making a U-turn as it slowed to a stop in a puddle left on the course.
"Aw, nuts!" Mabel shouted in a fit of rage and disappointment as she threw her club to the ground.
The large group of onlookers made sounds of disappointment, such as "Awww...", muttering to themselves as they dispersed, leaving just Mabel, Dipper, Soos, Grunkle Stan, and I staring at the red golf ball.
Grunkle Stan picked up her golf ball and spoke in a reassuring and comforting manner, "Ah, don't worry about it, kid. The thing's random."
Soos nodded in agreement, "Yeah, besides the Bermuda Triangle, how mini-golf works is the world's greatest mystery."
"As far as I'm concerned," Grunkle Stan spoke up with a smile, "you're still better than anyone else in Gravity–.."
He was cut off by our group's gasps as we watched as a purple golf ball rolled into the hole.
We looked up to the stairs where the platform was, only to see that girl again, this time she was more composed though and the bruise had faded. She was accompanied by her parents.
"Oh, would you look at that?" she sneered, "I didn't know it was "hobos golf free" day."
"Pacifica!" Mabel growled.
Leading her parents, Pacifica waltzed over to us, "Well, if it isn't the Pines family," she began pointing to us, "Fat, old, lame, baby, braces." she snickered.
Grunkle Stan leaned over to Soos and whispered in a hushed tone, though I could still hear it, "Soos, would it be wrong to punch a child?"
Dipper shook his head, "I got this. Hey, Pacifica, how's that whole your-family-being-frauds thing working out for you?"
The girl smirked, "Great, actually. That's the thing about money. It makes problems go away." She said in a snarky tone.
"Well, can't buy you skill," Mabel winked, feeling confident, pointing to herself, "You walked into the game of a mini-golf champion."
The girl, annoyed, huffed and snapped her fingers, "Hah! Sergei!" A tall, slender man carrying golf clubs on his back, with long hair, a big mustache, and a tall head walked over on command. "This is Sergei, my trainer."
The man spoke up, a funny accent to his voice, "The Sportlympics had mini-golf once. I took gold!" he shouted, pulling on his shirt collar to reveal a golden award around his neck.
"So if you don't mind moving out of the way for the professionals..." the girl walked over to the bonus hole and, with no hesitation swung her club, hitting her ball through the air as it bounced up the ramp, entering the volcano and erupting it. She smirked, gently removing her white golfing gloves, and dropping them to Sergei. "Enjoy second place. Giver her a hand, folks!" she announced to the newly formed crowd of people in a mocking tone.
The crowd chatted with one another and murmured, their mouths agape as they clapped. Some people though, who felt sympathy for Mabel, frowned as they clapped slowly.
As Pacifica started walking away, Mabel yelled out, "Oh, yeah? Well, I want a rematch, you– you– walking one-dimensional bleached blonde valley girl stereotype!"
The crowd erupted in gasps, and the girl scowled, abruptly shutting her seashell compact mirror, turning around, and stalking up to Mabel, "Like, let's do this."
Suddenly, storm clouds covered the sky and a squeaky man's voice yelled out, "Hear ye! Hear ye!"
Everyone turned to look at him, and it was... the owner? Manager, of the park? All I know is the scrawny man was dressed up as a funny-looking king, riding a decorated golf cart.
"Honk! Honk!" His squeaky voice narrated as he honked the horn, accidentally driving into a light post, "Ow!" He backed up and drove forward again, only to hit the light post another time. He repeated this a few times until he managed to turn the golf cart and drive close to the girls. "Stop at once! The park is now closed due to weather. The King of Mini Golf has spoken." He backed up roughly, slamming into the light post again, this time knocking the golf cart to its side as he shouted, "Oh, the King is down!"
Everyone stared at him, unsure of what to do or how to react to that.
I ran up to him quickly, dragging him out of the wreckage while the girls continued talking.
I helped the strange man to his feet and stared up at him.
"Are you okay, mister King?" I asked sweetly, tilting my head.
"Thank you, small child! The King appreciates it!" The man shouted, patting the top of my head softly. "For your noble deed, you shall receive free snacks from the snack bar! Follow me!"
I turned over and ran up to Grunkle Stan, tugging on his shirt.
He had been quite invested in the children's argument, and I could vaguely hear him muttering, "Fight, fight, fight!" before he looked down at me. "Is something the matter, kiddo?"
"Mister King guy said I get free snack bar snacks, I'll be right back!" I chimed, looking up at him, rocking back and forth on my heels in excitement.
Grunkle Stan smirked and leaned down to me, whispering, "Bleed 'em dry, kiddo. Make your Grunkle Stan proud."
I nodded eagerly, a bright smile on my face as I ran back to the "King of Mini-Golf", following him to the snack bar.
I grabbed as many snacks as I could carry, barely being able to see with the mass amount of treats I snatched.
I waddled back to my family, unable to move particularly fast with the vast amount of snacks I held. When I got back, I could tell everyone was in a sour mood, especially Mabel. I began passing out some "cheer up" snacks to hopefully both lighten the mood and lighten my load.
A while later, we were all sitting at a booth table at Hermanos Brothers, a Mexican restaurant near the Royal Discount Putt Hutt.
Mabel stared out the window, watching the water droplets race down the glass as lightning flashed outside. She was wallowing in depression as she opened her mouth and Dipper placed a chip inside it, repeating the process a few times.
Eventually, she sighed, "Time to scratch mini golf off my talents list."
Soos, wearing a trash bag, walked over holding a tray that had a burrito and a drink on it. He sat down, "Aww, don't give up, Mabel."
Dipper gave an encouraging grin, "Yeah if you beat her at this, she could never rag on you again. Imagine it."
Mabel looked up, daydreaming about the possibilities. After a few seconds, Mabel's eyes lit up as she stood up on the table. "You're right, guys. I just need to practice a little more before midnight."
I was a bit preoccupied with my taco, making a disaster of my plate, but through munches, I nodded.
Grunkle Stan hummed, chewing a piece of taco while he gave an awkward grin, food still in his mouth. "Go to the golf course after dark, you say?" He swallowed and gave a conflicted frown. "I don't know. We'd have to break in and–" he suddenly broke into a maniacal grin, laughing, "Just kidding! Let's break in!"
We took the rest of the food to go in a rush, sprinting through the faux Mexican restaurant. As we ran past a table, Grunkle Stan grunted as he snatched some untouched tacos, and ran full speed past the shouting customers and employees who were chasing him.
Grunkle Stan shoved the leftovers in the trunk, and we drove off at high speeds.
Then, Mabel remembered something. "Hey, Grunkle Stan? Did you pay?"
He laughed, still driving recklessly, "Of course I did, sweetie! With Stan-Bucks!"
Dipper gave a suspicious look, "I... don't think that's legal."
Grunkle Stan turned around and gave Dipper a knowing look, "Kid when you're my age, you'll come to learn that time's too short to listen to any of this," he gave air quotes, "legal nonsense."
"MR. PINES! THE ENTRANCE!" Soos shouted, pointing in front of the windshield in a panic.
Grunkle Stan looked away from Dipper, snapping out of his thoughts. "Wait- the what now?"
The car suddenly drove straight through the wooden bar entrance to the mini-golf parking lot, as we all screamed. Grunkle Stan suddenly grabbed the wheel, turning sharply and slamming the brakes, parking us unevenly in a parking space.
We all sat in the car in stunned silence as we processed what happened.
"Well, the good thing is that we are all okay," Dipper muttered, breaking the silence.
Grunkle Stan blinked. "Well, I've learned nothing," he said bluntly. "Come on, kids! Let's break into a golf course!"
"Yeah!" We all shouted in unison, climbing out of the car and running over to the gate.
Hammer in hand, Grunkle Stan pulled out the nails from one of the wood panels of the poorly built fence. Meanwhile, Soos kept a lookout with night vision binoculars for any witnesses.
Grunkle Stan turned the panel just enough to let the twins through. Right before she went in, Mabel handed Grunkle Stan her book of stickers and her pen. As she began crawling through, Grunkle Stan stopped her.
"Oh, and, hey, Mabel!" He opened the sticker book, looking through it before peeling off a sticker and sticking it to Mabel's sweater. It was a golden sticker with a trophy on it saying, "U Da Best".
Mabel smiled brightly, looking down at the sticker, and then back up at Grunkle Stan.
Grunkle Stan gave her an encouraging grin and a thumbs up, "Knock her dead, kid."
Mabel returned his grin and thumbs up before crawling through the wood panels.
I tugged at Grunkle Stan's shirt, gesturing to the panels, "Grunkle Stan? I wanna go, too."
Grunkle Stan chuckled and knelt to my level, shaking his head, "Sorry kiddo, not today. I'm usually all for it, but you just finished healing, and I ain't paying for another hospital visit. They bled me dry!"
I gave a pout as took my hand and led me back to the car, where Soos sat in the passenger seat.
Grunkle Stan sat in the driver's seat, and I had the whole back to myself.
Soos had a stack of his question mark Mystery Shack employee shirts in front of him, sitting on the dashboard. Scissors in hand, he was cutting a 'W' into the neckline of the one he was holding, "Dude, I'm cutting "W"s into all my shirts. Got to give the public what they want."
Grunkle Stan raised an eyebrow, side-eyeing Soos, before sighing, "Well, the kids are taking their time. Looks like it's gonna be a while."
I sat by myself, fiddling with my triangle necklace as Grunkle Stan struggled to switch on the radio. Suddenly, the radio began playing a romantic ballad, and Grunkle Stan put his seat in a reclined position.
Soos took off his shirt and began cutting a "W" into the neckline, before stopping and reclining too, looking over at Grunkle Stan. Grunkle Stan tried to relax but felt uncomfortable under Soos's gaze.
"Sure are a lot of stars out tonight," Soos commented.
Grunkle Stan swiftly sat the seat up, a frown on his face, "Well, this is gettin' weird." He climbed out of the car, opening the door for me, with a grin. "Hey, you wanna steal more snacks?" he suggested.
"Yeah!" I nodded, climbing out of the car with him, leaving Soos alone.
"Besides, it's not stealing since Mr. Whats-it-face-it said you could have free snacks," Grunkle Stan remarked, leading me back over to the entrance, which was surprisingly open now, despite no one being in the park.
As we walked into the park, Dipper and Mabel noticed us as they positioned themselves on a golf ball statue in front of the volcano hole.
Dipper panicked a little, having Mabel stay in position as he ran over, "Grunkle Stan! Guys, what are you doing here?"
"We're here to steal snacks!" I announced proudly, Grunkle Stan chuckling.
Dipper looked nervous for some reason, but nodded, "Okay, just be quick."
"Uh, okay," Grunkle Stan narrowed his eyes in suspicion at Dipper.
Dipper went back to Mabel, and they both exchanged glances our way before we walked off to the snack bar.
Grunkle Stan knelt to the doorknob, using a paperclip from his pocket to pick the lock.
"Okay. Watch how I do it," Grunkle Stan began showing me how to pick a lock, while I was mostly absent-minded.
I looked around in boredom when suddenly I spotted something... Was that-?
I snuck away from Grunkle Stan, peering around the corner of the small building, only to see that familiar golden hair and sweater.
"Hi, Bill!" I chimed happily.
Bill smirked, looking me over. "Hey, (Symbol). Long time no see, eh? It's been, what, two weeks? And look at you, already missing me," he narrowed his eyes.
I giggled, nodding slightly, "Where have you been?"
He hummed in thought, "Oh, I've been lots of places. I don't particularly prefer to remain in one place."
I tilted my head curiously, "What kinds of places?"
"Oh, nothing to worry about. How have you been, though? I heard you had an... accident, recently," He circled me slightly.
"Huh? Yeah, my Grunkle drove too fast and hit a tree. I don't remember much about what happened, though... I only remember waking up in the hospital." I recalled, my memory fuzzy.
Bill chuckled lightly like I had said a joke, "Oh, that must have been quite the tree to knock you up so badly, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess so," I shrugged.
Bill gave me an odd look before remarking, "You know, are you sure it was a car accident?"
I frowned in confusion, "What do you mean?"
His grin raised, "What I mean is, you said you couldn't remember it, right?"
"Yeah..." I nodded slowly, still confused.
Bill circled me for a minute, "Well, let's just say while you were asleep in the hospital, I visited you."
My eyes widened a little bit, "Wait what? You did?"
He hummed in response, "Mhm, and I found it quite odd that you got battered up so badly when none of your family did. Wouldn't a car accident at least give someone else a minor injury? Why was it just you."
I paused, thinking about what my best friend said. He's right, someone else would've at least received a bruise, but it was just me.
My frown deepened, "But then, why would my family lie about how I got hurt?"
Bill shrugged, "I don't know, maybe you should ask them. They probably had a good reason to, but then again maybe they don't. Maybe they just don't trust you. Either way, I wouldn't believe everything they say. It seems like they try to hide things from you every second they can."
Before I had time to ask anything more, my Grunkle Stan called out, "Kid! Where are ya? I got the door open!"
I looked between Bill and the direction my uncle was in.
"Go on, it's fine. I should get going anyways," he smirked, "I'll see you around, (Symbol)."
With that final note, I rushed back over to my Grunkle.
As we cleared the shop of their snacks, I couldn't shake the uneasiness I had. What Bill said wouldn't get out of my head. Was my family keeping things from me? Why? Why would they be lying to me? They probably have a good reason, I know that. It's just...
We ran, dropping some snacks as we went, back to the car. As we ran through the park, I took a glance at the course, and for a second I thought I saw a golf ball... running?
I froze in my tracks, rubbing one of my eyes. When I opened them again, the golf ball was gone, nowhere to be found.
"What's the holdup, kid?" Grunkle Stan stopped.
I blinked, "I thought I saw something."
Grunkle Stan looked in the direction I was staring at, seeing nothing.
He chuckled, "Yeah, lack of sleep will do that to ya. C'mon, let's get back to the car. You can take a nap."
We left the park, heading back to the car. Soos had almost finished cutting all of his shirts, already wearing one with a "W" neckline.
We threw the snacks into the trunk, and I curled up in the backseat. Grunkle Stan took off his jacket and rolled it up into a ball for me to use as a pillow. He turned back on the radio as I fell asleep.
I woke up as I felt the car moving. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, letting out a small yawn as the car stopped in front of the entrance. Dipper slid inside the car next to me, Mabel taking the other seat next to me. I noticed Pacifica, that rude girl from earlier, standing outside.
Mabel looked at Dipper with a smile, and Dipper's eyebrows furrowed. He frowned, crossing his arms and shaking his head. Despite this, Mabel looked over at Pacifica and waved, "Hey! Your parents aren't here. You want a ride home?"
Pacifica scoffed, "Puh-leaze, as if I'd ride in your–." She was cut off by the sound of thunder rumbling.
Reluctantly, she walked over to the car. I looked around, realizing there weren't enough seats.
"Grunkle Stan, can I sit in the trunk?" I asked.
"Go ahead, sweetie!" Grunkle Stan laughed, turning on the radio as I climbed into the part of the truck accessible to the backseat.
Pacifica climbed in and buckled. Mabel looked happy, Dipper looked to the side and crossed his arms begrudgingly, and Pacifica looked awkward and dead inside.
Grunkle Stan began singing to the music on the radio, "Singin' the drivin' song. Headlights are out. Can't really see where I'm goin'."
Pacifica tried lifting her gloved hand from the seat, which she realized got stuck to a puddle of melted gum. "Ugh!" she made a disgusted face as she pulled her hand off the gum.
Mabel reached into the truck, where I was. With my help, we dug through the trunk, discovering 3 tacos.
I started munching on one, while Mabel held out the other two.
"Hey, I found two tacos!" She announced with glee, taking a bite out of one.
Pacifica looked at her in surprise and slight disgust, "You're allowed to eat in the car?"
Mabel scoffed, "Pfft, yeah. The car is where secret surprise snacks happen." She took another bite, chewing, then held out the other taco to Pacifica, offering it, "Want one?"
Pacifica politely waved her hand in rejection, "Oh, I'm not supposed to take handouts."
"C'mon! They're really good!" I suggested, taking another bite.
Pacifica shook her head, "I'm not saying they aren't, I'm just saying I'm not allowed to take handouts."
Mabel rolled her eyes, nudging Pacifica's arm with her elbow, "Pfft, handouts? It's called sharing!" Her expression dropped when she noticed Pacifica's confusion, holding out the taco again. "You do know what sharing is, right?"
Pacifica narrowed her eyes, confused as she attempted to pronounce the word, "Shar– Shaar-ing?"
Mabel smiled, handing her the taco, "Just take it."
Pacifica accepted the taco as the car pulled up to a huge gate in front of an even huger house.
My eyes lit up as we approached it, staring at the house in amazement as I finished my taco.
Pacifica climbed out of the car, and I slid back into the middle seat. As she walked away, she dismissively waved her hand, and Grunkle Stan stared at her with a frown.
"Thanks for the ride, or whatever." She said, before turning and stopping slightly. "Oh, and Mabel... um. I can't believe I'm saying this but, I had fun." she gave a small smile, before waving and walking up towards the gate, "And tell your servant I like his W neck!"
"Yes!" Soos shouted in success.
Dipper looked at Mabel, "So are you guys, like, cool now?"
"I think we made some progress," Mabel shrugged, gesturing to Pacifica. "The important thing to remember is that at the end of the day, she's just an ordinary kid like us."
The gate suddenly opened to reveal a massive garden and fountain, with peacocks roaming around. Fireworks lit up in the sky, and a lit-up banner in hot pink read, "Congratulations Pacifica".
I looked at the fancy display in amazement. Mabel kept up her smile, while Dipper frowned, "Should've charged her for that taco."
Mabel, still smiling, replied, "Agreed."
As we drove away and the gate closed, Soos turned back to us.
"Hey, you got any more of those surprise tacos?" He asked as we all laughed, driving off.
"So how was the game?" I asked Mabel, looking up at her curiously.
Dipper and Mabel shared nervous glances, before replying, "It was fun, but I didn't win."
I frowned slightly. Why whenever I asked how something was, did they exchange weird glances? I reflected on what Bill had said, looking down at my necklace hiding beneath my shirt. Something was going on. Something they aren't telling me.
But for now, I was tired. I would dwell on this another day. I leaned on Mabel's shoulder, drifting off to sleep.
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I hope you guys liked this chapter! I'm pretty sure this is one of my longest chapters yet, being over 6500 words. I just recently got out of school for the summer, so for a few months I should have more time to post chapters! Once again, thank you to all who are reading and supporting this book, and I am sorry it took so long to post one chapter. I hope I can make it up to you. And thank you to the people who were here when I first began writing here! It means so much to me that you guys like my story. As I said, I will do my best to get the next chapter out as soon as I can. Also, know that I read every single comment! I have taken note of some suggestions that I will try to implement into the story. My writing has gotten better over the past year, and I've done a bit more research on how a six-year-old would behave. Seeing as I am not six years old, and have not been for many years, and I am the youngest in my family I am not often exposed to the behaviors of a six-year-old. Therefore, I was making the character act more like a 3 or 4-year-old rather than 6, which I do apologize for. I do have to keep in mind the head injuries I put for the character, so please keep that in mind. Anyways, who's excited for the Book Of Bill to come out? I know I am! I pre-ordered the exclusive edition from Barnes & Noble, not the signed copy though, sadly. Anyway, have a wonderful day!